VII HAD HER GO FIND AND bring back some writing material and something to write with. And colors if she had any. Beth came back with a spiral notebook, a stick pen, and some colored high-liters.
The bunk house was going to have to be her classroom for now.
She sat back down on the bunk and tried to hand those to me. I fended them away with an upheld hand.
"No, you are going to do all this writing. You've always been good at math, right?"
Beth nodded. "Sure, the only reason I didn't go and get some job in a strange city was this farm. I knew it could pay its own way, as I could see the profit figures in my mind. But the losses of working in some grimy city with strangers didn't balance out. And explaining my reasons to people just left them with a blank look, or they tried to make a jok
